Jaertes and Jotto figured on doing the Century Club, and talked me into joining them. For those of you not in the know, a Century Club (alternately known as a Centurion, hence the dashing figure pictured above) is a somewhat intense drinking … event. I hesitate to call it a “game.” Each participant takes a shot of beer every minute for – you guessed it – 100 minutes. That’s 100 ounces, which comes out to about 3L of beer, or 8 and two-thirds standard 341ml bottles. A lot of beer, very fast.

I expected to vomit. I didn’t expect to make it past 50 or 60. Instead, somehow, I made it through the entire thing, unscathed, despite having a meal with a cream-heavy sauce and using our (decent-tasting but) somewhat dubious u-brew as the beer of choice.

So I finished what it considered to be the primo test of bro-hood drinking ability, just fine. Does this mean I’m not allowed to claim I’m not a beer drinker, so long as I still don’t like it?